The North
Sings to me
A love song,
Beckoning,
Like an eagle's call;
A siren-
Perched upon a cliff,
For me to succumb
To beauty rest;
For me to be made whole.
The gravel crunches
Beneath my feet
As I walk in
Rejuvenating strides,
Under palm trees
Of the north,
Expressing softness
In every move,
Every caress and sway.
Fresh forest air;
Ground up goodness,
Good morning coffee cup,
Warming my insides
Under the sun,
Time for a second cup.
I've found myself
Multiple times
In trees as green
As emerald eyes,
In lakes that reflect
Solstice skies,
In loons expressing feelings
In somber cries,
Calling to fill
Its soul.
Shrouded in miracles
Subtle signs
I've never felt more loved.
Reading this poem simply remind me of how nature is a gift ; surrounding us helping us feel embraced